A partial list: Noam Chomsky; the Mormon Tabernacle Chior (keep up the good works, fellas); that bartender who looked exactly like Rogue from the X-Men movies; the starting lineup for the 1987 Philadelphia '76ers (keep up the good works, fellas); Jimmy Cliff; Cheryl "Rainbeaux" Smith; Warren Ellis; the drummers from Spinal Tap (keep up the good works, fellas); the person (or persons) destined to be my Bez, or back-up singer/guy friday/personal drug dealer as needed; and maybe the rotting corpse of Buckminster Fuller. And, when I die, and go off to my final reward, I want to be welcomed to the next level by Charo. Coochie-Coochie.